(Ezra pov)

The Ghost drops me off on Lothal. Sabine hugs me goodbye, and Zeb pats me on the back. Hera hugs me, and then Chopper nudges me with his dome, and then I hand Hera my lightsaber and my slingshot and walk off the Ghost. I look back once, wave goodbye, and yell. "I'll get Kanan back! I promise!" Then Sabine starts crying, and I have to look away and continue.

When I get to Imperial headquarters, I pause. 2 stormtroopers are standing guard outside the front entrance. They spot me and raise their blasters. They are about to fire when a deep voice stops them.
"Hold your fire." It's the Inquisitor.
"I'm here. You got what you wanted. You aren't going to arrest the citizens now, right?" I ask.
The Inquisitor chuckles. "That was a lie, Padawan. Well, not really. But it was a trap for you. Now, your weapons." He holds out his hand.
"I don't have any. They told me to come unarmed."
"Good. But just in case: Search him," he orders the stormtroopers. The troopers search me (roughly, I might add). "He's clean," one tells the Inquisitor.
"Excellent. Bind him."
The troopers put handcuffs on my wrists and shove me onto my knees. I look behind me and glare at the troopers. "Bucketheads."
One slaps me across the cheek. "Rebel scum." I don't flinch. I just glare at the Inquisitor as he walks forward and looks down on me.
"You may think that you've saved your friends and the citizens on this dreary planet, but trust me, you've only temporarily given them sanctuary."
"It doesn't matter. I'm a rebel, fighting for the people and for Lothal. By getting captured, I have done my job. And trust ME, the Empire won't get anything from me. I will never betray my friends."
The Inquisitor looks taken aback for a moment, then shrugs. "We shall see. Take him to a cell," he orders his bucketheads. I am led away then, but the Inquisitor calls me.
"Oh, and Padawan?" I turn back, not stopping. "Welcome to your fate, Ezra Bridger."
I stare at him in shock. How'd he know my name? It doesn't matter though, because I am then thrown into a cell deep in the Imperial headquarters. I sit on the bench at the back of the cell and put my head on my knees. They know who I am.